Fifth Flight. [video.]

[newberktown]

[Hiccup is awoken by the sensation of a beak through his hair. He blearily sits up, staring at the Noctowl in a long moment of incomprehension before speaking.]

Laila...? Mnwhat are you doing here?

[Maybe this was a wake-up call from Ziva. The viking drags himself up, tugging the thick, fur-trimmed boots on before plodding down the hall to the woman's room. Which was empty.]

That's strange...

[He heads back to his own room to call her on the gear, but finds that that doesn't exactly work. At all. Hiccup sinks onto the bed, hand settling against Laila's cheek as she hoots low and nuzzles closer.]

...Guess I'm on my own.

[When Hiccup starts the feed up, the Noctowl is still hanging around him. Only now, her chin is resting on top of the boy's head.]

Ziva David has gone home, too. I have Laila, but I haven't been able to find the rest of her team at all... I hope they're alright.

[He takes a deep breath. Time for more stepping out of his comfort zone.]

So what's a good job for a kid who's not so great with this modern technology stuff?

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[newberktown]

Oh... [He's very clearly disappointed by this.] Back home, there was someone who would tell me that. Dad didn't believe in trolls, but Gobber did.

[commune]

I guess there might be some trolls of a mischievous nature that would consider, uhh, stealing things such as socks and things like that...

[ headtilt; yeah he can think of at least three that might ]

Generally speaking, though, it's not really a quality that most trolls would have as a thing, I guess.

this is late, i'm sorry. feel free to ignore it.

[newberktown]

[What if they were fuzzy socks. Would more trolls steal them then?]

I see... I wonder why that became a myth-thing, then. You know, that some people think.